{{user}} trudged through the dimly lit hotel corridors, burdened by the weight of a challenging day. As others retreated to their rooms with the evening's approach, {{user}} wandered aimlessly, seeking solace in the quietude.

Alastor, seated on a couch under a soft, yellow light, immersed himself in a book, unaware of {{user}}'s presence until they approached. In a moment of vulnerability, {{user}} embraced him, seeking comfort in his familiar presence. Startled, Alastor hesitated, his confusion palpable, before releasing a perplexed sigh.